Stay With Me


5. <3

I clicked my pen rhythmically, trying to foster up some inspiration for my article I was required to write on the top ten face masks. It was my first major assignment here at Vogue Australia, and I had already spent most of the morning researching reputable face masks on line and gathering a list from that and my own personal experience. This was a dream come true, working here, and I wasn’t going to let anything get in the way of this dream, and my career. Definitely not guys. 

After I recognized that it was Luke in the video, me and Alice sat and watched every other Janoskians video that we could find online. We were both shocked; Alice because she hadn’t recognized him earlier, and me because not once had Luke ever mentioned anything about being a famous YouTube sensation. And that is kind of a big deal. To say I was angry was an understatement. If it was so easy for Luke to lie to me about what he does and withhold substantial information, then what the hell else had he lied about. 

Luke was just another prime example of a guy using me because I trust too easily. I really wished he wasn’t.

The phone on my desk let out a short ring, waking me from my thoughts.

“Hi, Georgia, it’s Sarah from reception.”

“Oh, hi Sarah,” I replied casually. I had gotten to know Sarah a bit from my previous time here during the semester.

“There’s someone here to see you, should I send them up?”

“Yeah, course. I’m just about to go on lunch so that’s perfect,” I agreed, without even thinking about who it could be that was here to see me. 

“Okay, talk later babe!”


I scanned back over my notes while I waited for whoever it was to arrive at my door. I had the privilege of being given an office for my holiday internship, and while it was cramped, to say the least, it was more than I had during the term.

“Knock, knock, can I come in?” The deep voice caused my head to shoot up from my notebook and lock eyes with the guy standing at my door, who was holding a huge bunch of sunflowers.

“Luke,” I started incredulously, “What are you doing here?” I asked, reclining in my chair and folding my arms as Luke strode casually into my office, sitting on the small stool in front of my desk.

“I thought I would come at take you out for lunch, and see how your day is going. Oh, and I got these for you,” he held out the flowers to me over the desk. I took them from, hardly acknowledging the bunch as I dropped them aimlessly behind me. Luke didn’t know I was angry, but I sure hope he was getting the message now.

His brow furrowed at my careless actions, “Georgia, what’s wrong babe?” Ding, ding, ding. We have a winner.

I couldn’t believe that he had to ask, shaking my head in disapproval. I’m not one to take being lied to very lightly. 

“I just don’t want to see you anymore. I’m ending what ever this is,” I shrugged my arm as I said ‘this’ because that’s all we really were, an unnamed thing. 

“Wait what? Is that why you haven’t been replying to any of my messages?” I nodded simply as he tried to figure everything out in his confused brain. It really couldn’t be that hard for him to get it, could it?

He ran his hands tediously through his curly hair, taking a deep breath before speaking again, this time, emotion evident in his voice.

“I don’t even know what I’ve done wrong. Tell me George,” he practically pleaded. If I wasn’t so upset and angry myself, I may have felt sorry for him.

“How about this: Can I have your autograph Luke?” I sneered bitterly, imitating one of his fans. 

Once the words left my lips I sat back again in my chair, just watching as his face fell and the realization washed over him.

“Oh shit,” he muttered. He stood up while rubbing his face in his hands, closing the door with his foot. He must of known I was about to give it to him.

“Yeah oh shit!” I called, standing up myself, and walking around the desk to face Luke. “You lied to me! And it wasn’t just a tiny lie. You’re fucking famous Luke. That’s not something you just forget to mention!” My arms flailed at my side as I talked.

“I’m sorry Georgia, I really am,” he reached out to grab my hand but I shook it away. 

“Were you ever going to tell me?” I asked, the anger in my voice still clear.

“Of course I was! I just liked the anonymity that you not knowing who I was gave me for a while. It meant that I knew you really liked me for me and not Luke Brooks the Janoskian,” Luke stepped towards me and this time I didn’t retreat. We were now both standing inches apart, in the centre of my tiny office, emotion so tangible that you could practically see it bouncing off the walls.

“So you abused my ignorance for your benefit? Luke I don’t care if you’re famous, or that you make crazy videos on YouTube which gain millions of views, it’s the fact that you lied to me about who you are. I mean, what else have you lied about, hey Luke? I don’t feel like I know you at all anymore.” My voice quietened towards the end as tears flooded to the front of my eyes. I was so upset that Luke thought that I would use him for his fame or that I wouldn’t like him because of what he did. I really, really liked Luke, but I couldn’t be with someone that I couldn’t trust, and who evidently couldn’t trust me.

Luke saw my threatening tears and instantaneously wrapped his arms around me, engulfing me in one of his hugs that I had grown to love so much. Not anymore, though. I held my hands against his chest and pushed myself free from him.

“George, babe,” that earned him a stern look, “Please, you’ve got to forgive me. I never meant to hurt you, and I never lied about anything, I just didn’t tell you the full story and I’m so sorry. I really care about you Georgia.” 

I let him grip onto my shoulders as he bent down to look into my eyes. I felt a tear run down my cheek, which he wiped away with the pad of his thumb. No matter how sincere his eyes were, or what he said to apologize, he couldn’t make up for what he had done. I’d already had enough betrayal in past relationships that I don’t want to start this one with it.

“This is exactly what I didn’t want to happen. I didn’t want my stupid fame to come between us and ruin this, because it has before,” Luke whispered, his thumb, which had remained on my cheek, now began to rub soft circles on my skin.

Reluctantly, I pulled away. I took a deep breath, quickly swiping my fingers under my eyes for any rogue tears that had tried to escape.

“I think it already has. Sorry, Luke. I think it’s best if we had some time apart. I need some time to think,” I hated saying that old cliched line, but I hated even more watching Luke’s face crumble. He nodded shortly, clearing his throat, and walked dejectedly out the door, leaving me to collapse back in my seat.

I sat there for what felt like hours, just letting the tears fall quietly from my eyes. In that moment I wished that I could have been more carefree and understanding, then maybe I wouldn’t have cared if Luke had told me or not. But on the other hand, I was glad I didn’t let myself be lied to. It wasn’t as if I was just some random girl he had slept with and wasn’t likely to see again. I was falling for Luke, and just for a second, I thought maybe he was falling for me too.

Luke’s POV

I really didn’t know why I had been so stupid. How did I ever think that not telling Georgia who I was, was going to be good for us in the long run. Of course she was going to hate me for lying to her. Of course she was going to be upset and feel like she couldn’t trust me anymore. It was really my own fault that I was now in this position, at my brother Beau’s flat, slumped on his couch and acting like a mopey shit.

“Luke you’re an idiot. I’m not going to lie to you. But, because I know just how much you like her, I want to help you get her back,” Beau was sitting opposite me on another sofa, his serious voice on, which for Beau, was far and few. He wasn’t much of a serious type, but when it came to girls and keeping girls, he was the guy to go to.

“I feel like such a dick, I should have just told her from the start,” I moaned, more upset with myself than anything.

“Yeah you should have. But you’ve got to give her a few days to calm down, maybe four or five, not too many so that she thinks you don’t care, but not too few so that you look desperate.”

“Okay, but what do I do on that fourth or fifth day?” Right now I would do anything if it meant to make Georgia mine.

“You get her back,” Beau must have seen my confused expression as he expanded on his point, “Tell her exactly what she means to you, beg if you have to, do anything in your power to make her trust you again, and make her yours.”

I nodded, mentally saving what Beau had said. I didn’t normally go to so much effort for a girl, but Georgia was worth it. When we were together we just got each other. I loved being around her, being able to make her laugh and smile, being able to just talk for hours about absolute shit, or have real in depth discussions. I didn’t like to admit it, but I was really falling for her. I just needed to fix what I had screwed up. Hopefully she would let me.

“Thanks Beau, I appreciate it man.”

“No worries. Now, enough with the soppy stuff,” he announced, switching straight back into normal, non-serious Beau, “Tomorrow is Tuesday-Boys night, so i’d start preparing now, ‘cuz tomorrow we’re going out on the town and messing shit up,” we both laughed, remembering our Janoskians tradition ever since we all became legal, and some of the crazy Tuesday nights that it ensued.

Georgia’s POV

“I can’t believe him, he’s such a dick,” Alice consoled me.

We were both sprawled on the couch, wine in hand, and were discussing my current situation with Luke. I had told her about what went down at work today and she, naturally as my best friend, sided with me and reassured me that I did the right thing by breaking whatever we had, off.

“It just sucks because I really thought he was different,” I took a large mouthful of wine, attempting to drown my sorrows.

“Yeah, but you never know, he still might surprise you. You did say that you just needed time.”

“I doubt it. He could any girl he wanted.”

“And you could get any guy you wanted!” Alice nudged me gently with a warm smile. Nothing like a good old ego boost from your best friend. 

She downed her drink and set her glass on the table with slight force.

“You know what I think we should do? Tomorrow night, me and you are going out.”

“Alright,” Normally I would have resisted to going out on a Tuesday, but a night on the town was exactly what the doctor would have ordered, “Sounds fucking fantastic.”

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